Let’s look at that number for a minute. Sure, it is the date I wrote this article, but does it really mean anything more than that?

Can Jimmy Kennedy effectively replace Pickett at NT?

How about the number of wins the Rams will have in the next 35 seasons?

What kind of back will Steven Jackson be with a coaching staff committed to running?

Or how about the number of times we will hear the name Manning mentioned on SportsCenter in week one, the number of beers I will consume because of that sanity shattering dialogue, and the number of hours it will take me to recover, since I never drink?

Or how about the amount of money in dollars I will spend on NFL Sunday Ticket this year just to watch Bulger get hit that many times because Steven Jackson can’t make a block?

Sure, there are lots of possible meanings for this damning number, but ultimately life goes on and tomorrow is another day.

And for those of you who thought that this date meant the end of the world, perhaps you should have noticed that the day 6-6-06 actually started 24 hours before us somewhere on the other side of the earth, and they seem to still be alive and ticking. And what does that have to do with the Rams? NOTHING!!!!!

But hey, between my neighbor who won’t cut his freakin grass, my son who kept me up all night praying to the porcelain god, my wife who refuses to accept the fact that she’s really not the boss, and my mother-in-law coming to visit next month, I just couldn’t think of anything else except, could it be…..SATAN?!?!

Now I’m off to see the Omen.

Sure can’t wait for the season to start.

~BeaverRam~